Intertwined

Chapter twenty two- Everyone has a weakness, mines just a person

Yamaguccis POV:

"Yachi Hitoka. You are eight months pregnant with our child, sit your ass down before I make you sit", I give my best friend a stern stare giving her no room to negotiate or argue, she huffs like a child who's just been asked to clean their dirty room, but still sits on one of the leather sofa chairs in the corner of our shared café.

"Fine, but I'm only sitting down because my feet are swollen, not because you told me too", her light and squeaky voice doesn't match the sarcastic tone which laces into her words, "you've got to start to just sit down and let people do things for you toka, I know your head strong and I love that about you, but your carrying a literal human inside of you twenty-four hours a day", I go around the counter and wipe the flour off my hands from the fresh dough I made not so long ago, and approach her with a understanding smile on my face.

"Just let people look after you, I love you hitoka and your doing such a great job", she begrudgingly smiles at me while trying to keep the stern look plastered on her face, "but if you keep trying to rearrange the furniture in the café, I'm going to have to put you on house arrest, okay?", she flicks my forehead but laughs either way, showing me that she understands what I'm getting at.

"I know I know, I've already had this talk with shimizu", I shake my head knowing that kiyoko probably did say the same thing as I have right now, yet she still is over exerting herself after being told multiple times by me, her mother, kiyoko, iwaizumi and even tsuki has told her to sit down a few times due to her excessive moving and wanting to do unnecessary trivial things either to the café or at home.

"Your impossible toka", I walk back around the black marble counter towards the pastry display which is visible to passers by walking towards the town centre, not to brag but me and Yachi have easily the best bakery in town by a long shot, great location, amazing cakes and pastries, what else could you want. I still remember the nervous nail biting experience of first opening the café together, scared it wasn't going to do well or that no one would want to try our homemade delicacies, but we was gravely mistaken.

Now we have regulars who come in for their daily fix of our sweet treats everyday, and a steady income of different people either coming in for the first time and trying out the various amount of cakes or just returning to divulge in the favourite pastries.

"Yeah yeah I know, I'm sorry, I just want this baby to come out of me, I just want to meet them already, I mean we've decorated the nursery at moms, we've got a cot and a pram, got the essentials for them, packed my bag for the hospital, we've even baby proofed the house", I watch her out of the corner of my eye to see her flaying her arms around in frustration, although I do obviously feel bad for her she's carrying our child for Christ sake, but I can't help but let out a chuckle or two at her frustration.

"Now all we're waiting for is this baby to come out, like how long does a baby need time to cook, I just want to meet them already".

"Your due date is coming up very soon so all you have to do is be patient, and Everyone will be with you every step of the way you know that toka you'll not be alone in this", she holds her stomach with a fond smile, "yeah your right", her smile seems to be contagious as a equally fond smile graces my face, but her smile fades as I can practically see the gears turning in her head.

"do you think we'll be good parents Tadashi? Like the whole thing with us being parents that aren't 'together' in a 'traditional' sense, I know that you'll be there whenever I need you and I have my mom, I'm just scared that people would get the wrong idea and judge us and our baby because of it. Especially because we're both gay, we may be surrounded by people who are accepting of us, but not everyone is like that", the worry in her voice causes my heart to ache, we've always been worried about the fact that our relationship is to some 'unconventional' in their own persecution of parenting.